Song Qian returned to the dormitory, which was a six-person room filled with educated youth who were admitted to university. When she entered, the room was filled with the smell of braised pork.

Several roommates were obviously swallowing their saliva. It was dinner time and some went to the cafeteria, while others ate food they brought from home. After Victoria Song came in, she walked back to her bed with a tired look on her face.

The aroma of meat came from the table next to her, and it kept drilling into her nose. She tried hard to control herself to ignore the smell, but she couldn't resist the physiological saliva secretion.

In the past, when she ate meat, she would not eat it if there was even a little bit of fat on it. But now, with no fat in her stomach at all, if there was a bowl of meat in front of her, she would eat it all without blinking an eye, no matter how fat it was.

The bed next to me was occupied by the daughter of a local trading company director. She was chubby and a big eater, and she would always bring back a bunch of delicious food every time she went home. In that era of scarce resources, you needed tickets to buy everything, and meat tickets were in short supply, but her family had no shortage of anything, and they could eat whenever they wanted.

She stuffed the red meat into her mouth in big mouthfuls. The only sound in the room was her slurping. The female classmate next to her who was eating pickles with dry biscuits swallowed her saliva with a "gulp". Everyone in the dormitory heard it, but no one said anything. Who would give meat to others when meat was so scarce these days? Everyone came here to study and would be intellectuals in the future. They still had some self-respect and certainly wouldn't ask for it.

Song Qian glanced at her fat roommate and hid her disgust very well. The director's fat daughter greeted her, "Xixi, do you want to eat? My mother made authentic braised pork, it's sweet and fragrant. I'll share some with you."

Song Qian looked at the piece of meat that was messed up by her chopsticks and shook her head.

As soon as she sat down, the female classmate who was eating pickles came over and said weakly: "Song Qian, can you return the two yuan you borrowed from me a few days ago? I, I don’t have money to buy a meal ticket…"

Song Qian felt annoyed and couldn't help but said, "Why are you in such a hurry? I'll give it to you in two days. You can borrow the meal ticket from someone else first."

"But……"

"Okay, okay, I'll give it to you tomorrow, okay? Why are you in such a hurry?" It was just two dollars.

Song Qian didn't want to stay in the dormitory anymore, so she got up and went out. Because she had met the male protagonist in the military area before, but didn't get his contact information, she felt a little uncomfortable, as if all the things that were favorable to her suddenly became unfavorable to her. The good rhythm of the plot seemed to be suddenly disrupted, and began to deviate from the book. Could it be that the butterfly effect was caused by her mistake in front of Wen Xin that time?

She came through while sleeping. She was flipping through her own book at home. When she came to the most tragic part describing the female supporting character, she felt a sense of revenge in her heart. After reading it several times, she fell asleep. When she woke up, she was transported into the novel she wrote.

After experiencing the initial shock and helplessness, she suffered a lot and finally, after going through untold hardships, she was admitted to Kyoto University from the place where educated youth had to eat corn buns every day.

I originally thought that when I came here, everything would develop according to the normal plot. I would meet the male protagonist, pursue him, marry into the Yan family, and then use the male protagonist's family connections and money to successfully start a business and establish my own business empire.

The hero in the book is actually not her type, but the type of man her ex-best friend liked. She wrote him just to vent her anger, and she fantasized about such a character, so that the female supporting character in the book could only watch helplessly, unable to get him, and finally fell into the abyss step by step, and finally died tragically on the street. This was the final ending she arranged for the female supporting character.

But the heroine doesn't love him.

For the heroine in the book, the role of this hero in the book is just a tool of the heroine. She uses him when she remembers him, and he becomes silent when she doesn't remember him, as if he didn't exist.

She set the male protagonist as a career-oriented person who has little need for love but a strong sense of responsibility. As long as the woman is under his wing, he will be responsible for everything. So after marriage, he meets all the requirements of the female protagonist.

She plans to move south after graduation.

Male lead: Sure.

During the golden period of her entrepreneurship, she didn't want children.

Male lead: Sure.

After marriage, she did not follow the army and was only seen twice a year.

Male lead: Sure.

Later, she became a strong woman with a prosperous career and an arrogant attitude. She kept moving around among men from all walks of life, chatting and laughing with her business partners and partners, happily dancing with celebrities from all walks of life at balls, and having ambiguous behaviors with the second, third, fourth and fifth men after drinking. Finally, the male protagonist found out after the matter was published in the newspaper.

She explains to him, this is just fabrication, you have to believe me.

The male protagonist who was in the military said: Sure.

It can be said that the male protagonist has a very low presence, but he is also the least troublesome. He is the strongest backing and the deepest background of the female protagonist. With him around, no one can touch the female protagonist. No matter how big a mess she makes in the end, the setting in the book is to help her solve all of them.

The heroine's harem, the heroine's happiness, and finally her success and fame, when she sees the supporting actress on the street corner in the brightly lit city.

She said condescendingly to the female supporting character who was huddled in the corner like a beggar: "Without you, I couldn't have pursued him back then. Although I didn't like him that much, without him, there wouldn't be who I am today. I owe you a thank you. Thank you for helping me pursue him." After saying that, she smiled, threw down a hundred yuan, got into her luxury car and drove away.

This is the unbridled and perfect happy ending that Victoria Song describes in the book.

However, when she herself entered the book, she found that truth was not something that could be achieved by writing a book, or by just writing a few words, a few thousand words, or even hundreds of thousands of words in a book.

She even found it extremely difficult to take care of herself in this era. In reality, although her family was not very wealthy, she was also a pampered girl who had never done housework, let alone life skills in this era. At the beginning, she couldn't even take care of her own body and fell ill several times.

After enduring a lot of hardships, she finally made it to college. In the book, as long as she was admitted to the university and found the male protagonist, the male protagonist would escort her all the way. So after she was admitted to the university, she spent all her money on clothes and shoes, dressed herself up clean and beautiful, intending to leave a perfect image for the male protagonist. But she didn't expect that the female supporting role in the book broke up with her because of her mistake. She couldn't even recognize the face of the male protagonist she wrote about. It was like an irony.

The character development no longer proceeds smoothly as described in the book. The supporting female character actually asks her to return the money, which shocks Song Qian very much.

She realized that the moment she came in, everything had a butterfly effect. Everyone came alive. They were no longer characters in her works, no longer puppets, but real people in this time and space.

So she was very careful with every step she took.

But by then she had no money.

Although the university subsidy was barely enough for food, she had no money at all and had to borrow ten yuan from a classmate. She had no way to make money and knew nothing. The theories she wrote in the book were full of loopholes and totally unrealistic once they were put into practice. At least when the book became the real world, they were simply impossible to achieve.

After she realized all this, she could only hold on to the male protagonist, the only golden finger in her book. However, the male protagonist made frequent mistakes and could not get the address smoothly, which made her depressed and gloomy during this period.

There was even a bad feeling.

When she was writing the book, she was the master of the fate of all the characters in the book. But when she traveled through time, she found that she was in a dilemma, because all the abilities of the heroine she wrote about that made her so powerful were disadvantages that she lacked and did not have. This huge gap made her mood plummet to the bottom.

"Song Qian, Liu Feng wants to see you." A classmate from the next door dormitory ran over to her and told her, "He's downstairs, and he wants to see you for something."

"Oh, I'll go down right away." The Plum brand watch on Song Qian's hand was given to her by Liu Feng. For Song Qian, who has no male lead and no way to make money, Liu Feng, who has a good impression of her, may be the only person she can use.

…

There was no one at Yan's house in the morning. Wen Xin locked the door and went out, heading straight to Yang the tailor. Before that, she had gone to the Municipal Party Committee compound for a walk and asked Yang the tailor to make another white skirt for her. She slightly changed the style.

As soon as she entered the house, Yang Hemiao, the granddaughter of Tailor Yang, who was sorting clothes, saw Wen Xin and ran over, "Sister Wen Xin, you're here."

"Well, is the dress ready?" Wen Xin was wearing the skirt she had made before and a pair of high-heeled sandals on her feet. She dressed herself up before going out. Although she was beautiful without makeup, in order to have a good effect, she still fixed her hair, deepened the contour of her eyes, and applied lipstick. The whole person immediately changed and became dazzlingly beautiful.

She has fair skin, red lips and white teeth, and she is very beautiful. When she wears an ordinary dress, her beauty immediately increases by three to five times.

This is exactly the effect we want.

The setting of this novel is polarized. The poor people at the bottom of society still wear coarse cloth and long sleeves, but some high-ranking people whose families live in certain cities in the south often bring some scarce items to them, so some people in Kyoto still dare to wear them. If Wen Xin sees someone wearing them, then it will be easy.

She was afraid that no one would dare to wear it and she wouldn’t be able to sell it.

"It's done." Yang Hemiao took out the skirt and put the clothes in front of Wen Xin. Wen Xin picked it up and took a look.

He took the hanger and sprayed some water on it to smooth out the wrinkles. Then he said with satisfaction, "Xiao Miao, you don't have any work this afternoon, right? Come with me to the Municipal Party Committee compound, and we'll take a look around there."

"What are you going to do in the Municipal Party Committee compound?" The tailor shop was very idle and all the work was done, so she had nothing to do.

"You'll know when you get there. Let's go."

Yang Hemiao followed him in a daze, still holding her skirt in her hand. Wen Xin asked her to hold it higher so that no one could see it.

It was not until Wen Xin took her around the gate of the Municipal Party Committee compound twice that Xiao Miao began to react, "Sister Wen Xin, you, you are not going to sell this dress, are you? If you do, will you get caught?" The little girl was very timid and was shaking with fear while holding the clothes. This was speculation.

"Shh..." Wen Xin looked around, put her arm around Xiao Miao's thin shoulders, and whispered to her, "Who said we sold it? We can't just take the clothes home. If someone asks you, just say that the clothes are yours and you're just about to take them back after making them. Besides, who is stupid enough to come to the Municipal Party Committee compound to arrest people? How can someone so stupid as to join the Supervision Team?"

According to the setting of this book, speculation and profiteering are no longer a problem nowadays. Whether in the city or in the town, the black market is everywhere. Exchanging goods, selling things for money, who hasn't done it? Everyone knows this, and I heard that the policy is going to change. It will be legal in the future, so who would have the time to catch people for this? Unless someone takes the initiative to say it, generally no one will care.

It’s just that material conditions are poor in this era, so not many people are selling it.

Wen Xin relies on the fact that this kind of skirt is rare and in high demand. This style of skirt is not sold anywhere else. Moreover, she is confident enough in her figure. She has a golden ratio figure, with big breasts, a thin waist and a round butt. She is like a walking clothes rack. She can make a 60-point piece of clothing look 100-point. If she doesn't wear the skirt, but just holds this skirt, even if she walks around the Municipal Party Committee compound a hundred times, no one will ask anything.

Sure enough, after Wen Xin took Yang Hemiao around the municipal party committee compound twice and kept her eyes on young women approaching, finally a female comrade in her twenties called her.

"Hey, wait a minute."

Wen Xin took a look and thought that this person was dressed quite fashionably for this era, but it was just a shirt and a skirt. The shirt was plaid, and the color matched the skirt quite well. She was wearing a pair of black leather shoes on her feet.

"Are you selling this dress?"

Her tone was quite arrogant. I didn't know which family in the Municipal Party Committee compound she was from. She was holding a book in her hand.

Wen Xin thought it was reliable. She was not short and had a slim figure, so she should be able to wear it. There were few fat women in this era. Most of them were thin, so they could usually fit into it.

"Sell it." Wen Xin said with a smile, "It's just a little expensive, but the clothes are all the most fashionable from the material to the workmanship to the style. I guarantee that you won't find the same ones as mine anywhere else in Kyoto. I guarantee that you won't want to take them off after you try them on."

The girl looked carefully at the dress on Wen Xin. Wen Xin had fair skin, and the white dress made her look even more fairy-like. Her slim waist was just a hand's breadth away, and with the belt tied, she looked indescribably fairy-like and beautiful. It was because she looked so beautiful in the dress that she couldn't help but call them over.

"Is this from the south? The material is average." She touched the material and asked.

Wen Xin went to several places to pick out the material, which is considered to be better in Kyoto. She said, "Girl, I see that you are a person with insight and vision. The material is indeed not the best, but it is not bad either. If you like the style, you can try it. If you like it, you can buy it. If you don’t like it, it doesn’t matter." What she sells is the style. If she likes it, she will buy it, and if she doesn’t like it, she won’t ask.

"How much is that?"

"My cousin sells this piece for eighty, so I'll give it to you for sixty, and I've lost some money on shipping, so you have to compensate me with the cloth coupons." Wen Xin didn't have many cloth coupons left, so she said with a look of heartache and reluctance.

Xiao Miao, who had been quietly holding clothes as a background frame, almost choked when she heard the number sixty.

Sixty? The fabric and the workmanship cost less than twenty dollars.

The female comrade hesitated for a moment, looked at the clothes on Wen Xin again, and finally glanced at the two people, "Okay, come in with me, I'll go home and try them on, and if I'm not satisfied, I won't want them anymore."

Wen Xin immediately said happily: "It's okay if you're not satisfied, but I promise you won't want to take it off after you put it on. This one looks better than the one I'm wearing."

Xiao Miao followed the woman and Wen Xin with wide eyes into the municipal party committee compound.

After a while, the two of them came out.

In less than an hour, she made sixty yuan. It was easy money, and the people in the Municipal Party Committee compound were really rich. She set the price based on the yellow skirt bought by the supporting actress's mother. It was so ugly and cost eighty yuan, so she reduced the price by twenty yuan. The skirt is much prettier than that one. Anyone who has bought clothes from the South knows the price. It's twenty yuan cheaper, so they must feel they got a good deal.

Wen Xin fanned the sixty yuan and the cloth coupons in her hands, and finally stuffed thirty yuan into Xiao Miao's pocket. "This is for the clothing work and the errand fee. I'll go to your house later and I'll draw a new style of clothing and make two shirts and a skirt. I'll come back in two days."

"I can't take this money, Sister Wen Xin, I didn't do anything..."

"Take it. If you don't take it, I won't go to your house next time." Wen Xin threatened.

…

Wen Xin had just taken Miao Miao home when she received a call. The guard said someone was looking for her. Wen Xin asked if it was a man or a woman. The guard said it was a man, and he said it was her family member. Wen Xin thought about it and wondered if it was the supporting actress's brother? By the way, Captain Yan has another piece of clothing at the female supporting role’s house.

The supporting actress's brother would probably send her to the compound, so she went out directly. When she reached the gate, she found that the person who came was not the supporting actress's brother, but Fang Jungui, the youngest director of the state-owned store she had had a blind date with before.

The person on the phone said that the person was his family member, but how could he be considered his family member?

Fang Jungui was wearing a well-tailored shirt and dark blue pants, looking neat and tidy. He was standing at the gate of the compound with glasses on. When he saw Wen Xin, his eyes lit up and he couldn't suppress his surprise.

When he saw Wen Xin still wearing the white dress she wore on the blind date, he became even more excited, as if he had returned to the day of the blind date and was renewing his past relationship with her.

The woman in front of him had pure eyebrows and eyes. Her big watery black eyes were like two black pearls, she had delicate lips and a slender waist. When she walked, she swayed gracefully, as if she had walked out of a painting.

If I could marry such a beautiful wife, what else could I ask for? Fang Jungui has been depressed these days because he couldn't find a partner. The matchmaker told him perfunctorily that the other person had a partner. Fang Jungui later looked at a few of them, but compared with Wen Xin, they were like pearls compared to fish eyes. He didn't even want to look at them, let alone have the mood to marry them.

Fang Jungui felt that the introducer was just trying to be perfunctory with him. If he already had a partner, why would he come for a blind date? He must have not performed well that day, so the other party did not agree. He was indeed too impatient that day.

He behaved a little awkwardly. He was already 27 years old and finally met someone who suited his ideal personality. How could he possibly give up? He had been asking around these past few days and finally found out that she was working as a nanny in a certain leader's house. After work, he packed up and rushed over. The moment he saw the beauty walking out of the compound, he felt that he must marry her in this life.

"Uh... why are you here?" Wen Xin looked at him in surprise that he actually found his way here.

"Wen Xin, I have something to tell you." When he saw Wen Xin turning around and wanting to leave, he immediately ran over a few steps, but was stopped by the sentry.

He could only stand at the gate and said to her with all his affection: "You know our family conditions. If you marry me, I will not let you suffer, and I will not let you work as a nanny. If you don't want to work in a state-owned store, you can stay at home. You don't have to do any housework. I will support you. My salary is more than 100 yuan a month, and there are various subsidies, which are enough for both of us. You just need to look after the children at home in the future. If you don't want to look after the children, I can also find a nanny to serve you..."

As he was speaking, a military green jeep drove over from a distance. When it entered the door, it suddenly stopped beside him. The officer in the car glanced coldly at Wen Xin who was not far away, and glanced at her white skirt lightly. This glance made Wen Xin feel uneasy. She shrank her neck and kept quiet.

Then, he looked at Fang Jungui, who was interrupted by his car, and asked him, "Which unit are you from?"

When Fang Jungui saw the other party's style and aura, he guessed that he should be a cadre at least at the level of a regiment commander in the compound, otherwise he would not be equipped with a car. Moreover, the other party looked calm and had an extraordinary aura. He had also come into contact with many leaders in state-owned units, so he naturally felt that the other party's style was not simple.

So he said politely, "I am the director of a state-owned store. Please tell me your surname, Fang."

"What is your relationship with this lesbian?"

"She and I had a blind date, and we were in a relationship of marriage." A guilty blush appeared on Fang Jungui's face, but they had been on a blind date in the first place, and isn't a blind date meant to become a man and woman? He was not wrong.

"Hey, what nonsense are you talking about? Who are you and your...?" Wen Xin was about to retort when she saw Yan Mo's face darken and he looked at her. She lowered her voice guiltily.

He glared at Fang Jungui coldly, "She's your girlfriend, how come I don't know?"

Fang Jungui seemed to understand the meaning of the words. He looked carefully at the officer in the car with a cold and handsome face, and asked, "Who are you?"

The officer looked at him with disdain, then said coldly to the person he was going to marry, "Get in the car!"

Wen Xin quickly stuck out her tongue, ran to the car door and got into the passenger seat.

"Close the car door." The officer scolded.

Then Fang Jungui heard a "bang" and the car door was closed, and then he watched the green jeep drive into the yard.

He was stunned for a long time before turning around and asking the sentry of the guard company, "Who was the person driving the car just now?"

The soldier on guard glanced at him and said, "I don't know!"

Fang Jungui's mouth was twisted with anger.

…

It only took a minute and a half for the car to enter the compound and reach the gate of Yan's house. Wen Xin kept her eyes on Captain Yan, watching him park the car, open the door and jump out. Wen Xin also quickly jumped out and he closed the door. When Miaomiao came back, she put her schoolbag away. When she saw that Wen Xin was not there, she ran out to look for her friends.

The two stepped into the living room. Yan Mo was silent for a moment, turned his head, and looked at her with an undercurrent in his calm eyes.

"Tell me, how many other partners do you have?"